Well, it's day 30. And for some faithful folks, tomorrow morning will begin with a literal "break [the] fast" meal.
(I won't mention the young, eager beavers sitting in a fast food parking lot right this second waiting to toast their various levels of victory with Mt Dew slushies and a big greasy plate of nachos as soon as the clock strikes 12. Seriously, not one word will I say ... except gross. Gross del Grande.)
Anyway!
On August first we started this 30 day challenge.
I wrote about our experience during the first week.
I trucked along another week or two. I have tons of excuses for bailing, and they are all pretty lame. I'm sure it can be traced back to a tiny slip, a small stretch of the rules, then perhaps a moderate amount of mis-guided stubbornness. I don't like losing, but if I can't absolutely win big, I am sadly prone to just give up.
I made it to day 19 with the 30 foods, then it became too easy to just give in and eat "whatever".
Honestly, I was never super solid on the daily exercise ... and I was so consumed with the food and movement portions, the Bible reading [for 30 whole minutes in a row each day] received even less attention.
So how do I unpack this? Chalk it up for the loser and move on?
Not just yet.